(WT): Scouts Honour

Seamus woke up in a violet coloured forest at night as a smaller child with screams on the wind and death nearby.

On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country and to obey theScoutLaw; to help other people at all times; to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.

God is gone, laws bend under the whim of the strong; and there's a status board and a skill tree. Where's the honour in that.

AN: this is a story in very early development. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Grammar errors need to be spotted; story ideas and progression is encouraged.